Somewhere beyond touch and smell, where we see through the heart rather than our eyes: more unfolds and expands for us. Many deny such a place, or remain unaware. He calls it the void. Like a dream, yet not random or hectic or cluttered.
By t!na b4 years ago in Futurism
Somewhere beyond touch and smell, where we see through the heart rather than our eyes: there is more. Many deny such a place, or remain unaware. He calls it the void. Like a dream, yet not random or hectic or cluttered.
By t!na b4 years ago in Fiction
